Beep!

Deuce:

Hello?

Record Label:

Yes, hello, Aron, Deuce, yo uthere?

Deuce:

Hey yeah! What's up!

Record Label:

So a little birdie tells me you're working on a new record, is that true?

Deuce:

B-Birdy, yeah that's tr-

Record Label:

WTF are you thinking!?

(Help Me plays fades in, in the background)


Deuce:
Uhhhhh...I'm very busy I'm doin' %#@! you know?


Record Label:
WTF is goin' on through your brain? We're big, we're a $#&@ing major label! You ain't gonna be startin' your own band!


(Arguing)


Record Label:
I'm gonna trash that record! No radio! You ain't not comin' out without my permission! Imma burry you boy, Imma burry you!


(Song starts)

(Chrous)


Help me I ain't got no brains,
Help me I can't feel no pain,

Help me I can't stand the rain,
Help me before I drift away!


Help me I ain't got no brains,
Help me I can't feel no pain,
Help me I can't stand the rain,

Help me before I drift away!

(Verse 1)


I'm the George Bush of this rap %#@!,
You can tell Randy Jackson to kiss my black $$#,

I'm the white Obama (*##$,
You could judge this when I flip middle finger up a little while I quit,
I'm sick of these people tryin' to tell me what I got,

These thousand drums make you want a little click,
Put 'em around in there, make 'em drown in with,
These other rap stars are like clowns it's sick,

Like Monica Lewinsky when She's sucking on a 6 inch toothpick (*##$,
Just got her !@(& in so she can do it do it
Make a new !@$%. While these kids are downloading and he sounds profound,

Yeah I ain't going down with my hand on my dick,
While the next world trade center blows up quick,
Hold up I think you need another doughnut Mr. officer,

Everybody go nuts!

(Chorus 2X)


(Verse 2)


Look what I've become,
This place I've begun,
Started as The One and still don't give a $#&@,

These (*##$es gettin' love,
No more Grenade a' Dove,
You 30 rappers *blech*,

You still ain't gotta buzz,
You can dream, you can dream but you gonna suck,
I got the voice and the lips baby turn it up,
I don't need MTV when I sell this much,
I'd rather be on Carson Daily than Oprah, son,

I am better than that,
I'm a veteran, kid,
Get these kids offa medicine (*##$,
Who's better than him,
I'mma ruin that (*##$,

I'mma tell you once now I'mma tell you again,
At least fight back, #~!!@,
Give me a challenge,
I'm the BOSS mother$#&@er you don't want no static,
B-O-S-S, Deuce is back (*##$,

Yo Truth (what's up),
Pass the automatic!

(Chorus 2X)


(Verse 3)

Yeah!
These labels want to put me away for good,
They wanna keep me in the hood,
But I keep swinging right back like you know I should,

Making history in the books,
You suck,
There's no buts,
The whole music industry can lick my nuts,
Mother$#&@er I ain't got no love for some fake $$# wannabe Donald Trump!

(Outro)


Record Label:
Deuce can suck my $#&@ing contract! You do what I say, I ain't making you famous! You're not $#&@ing (*##$es without my permission!

(Chorus 2X)

Deuce:

Uh huh, uh huh!
Yeah I ain't even gotta $#&@ing try!
You know why?
Cause I sound good Whenever I talk, whenever I spit, whenever I sing, (*##$.
I'm the white Obama (*##$!

Hey Yuma, let's get the $#&@ outta here!